Tag: roadtrip

It is probably pretty horrible of me to get excited about a funeral just because it’s in Seattle, but that just lets you know how selfish I can be. Girlfriend’s Auntie passed away recently, and I feel sad for the family. Really, I do. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t pretty psyched about getting outta town and enjoying long weekend in Seattle with my ladylove.

Seattle is my favorite. It always has been. Now that I date a real, live (relocated) Seattle woman, it’s even better than ever. She gets to show me around her old stomping grounds and I get a total hottie chauffeuring me around to tried and true, super awesome bars (of the lesbian variety!) and restaurants. Win-win.

The funeral functions were on two separate days and we stayed busy with family functions and a full day of cooking for the celebration of life gathering. Fun fact: Some vegetarians make really amazing stuffed meatballs. But don’t bother asking for the recipe. I totally just make it up based on sight, smell, and experience. After 6 hours of driving Thursday night, family/funeral functions all day Friday, cooking and the last funeral function on Saturday, we were ready for a little bit of fun on Saturday night. We hit up Wildrose in Capital Hill for a few hours and finally got to unwind and just be ourselves.

Capital Hill crosswalks

We didn’t get to rowdy or stay out too late, but it was sure nice to just be my girlfriend’s girlfriend without worrying about committing any ungodly acts of lesbian PDA and meeting a buncha family for the first time. 😛

Sunday we could have gotten right up and started our journey back home, but we instead lingered and wandered. Ate some amazing Thai food, played tourist and took some photos with the Freemont Troll, strolled through Pike’s Place Market, checked out some rad views, and did a whole lot of hand-holding. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday Funday.

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Hi! I'm Laurel. I"m not exactly Carol Brady, but I am one of the moms of a big, blended family. I do my damn best to help keep the kids alive, nourished, and adjusted while trying to keep my own hair and style on point.

That may be where the similarities end, cuz I never saw ol' Carol take shots of whiskey or drop an eff bomb. Such is life. :)